Every so often, a record comes along that reminds you why you fucking love metal — not because it reinvents the wheel, not because it’s trying to be clever, but because it takes every piece of that dark, twisted machinery and makes it run hotter, faster, and meaner than it ever has before. The Eventide Collapse by Lux Mortalis is one of those records. This is how Symphonic Blackened Death Metal should sound — ruthless precision, grandiose fury, and enough sheer fuck you energy to burn a cathedral to the ground.
From the first second, The Eventide Collapse doesn’t just open — it erupts. This isn’t the kind of symphonic metal that tiptoes around with flowery orchestration and cinematic fluff. No. This is the sound of Hell’s own orchestra playing with bloodied instruments while an army of the damned marches beneath them. Every riff lands like a guillotine blade, every drumbeat feels like the heartbeat of something vast and malevolent, and the orchestral elements don’t dilute the violence — they magnify it.
Lux Mortalis understand the balance between precision and chaos better than most. The guitar work slices with technical mastery, the drums pound with machine-like intensity, and the symphonic layers don’t feel tacked on — they’re woven into the DNA of the music itself. It’s cinematic, but never polished to sterility. There’s grit in every note, a jagged edge beneath the grandeur.
And then there’s Miriam Brigge. Holy fucking hell. Her vocal performance is a goddamn revelation. One moment she’s unleashing a guttural roar that sounds like a demon choking on its own rage, the next she’s a banshee shrieking through the void — pure anger and feral energy. It’s not just power; it’s presence. You don’t hear her voice; you feel it — crawling under your skin, rattling your bones, dragging your soul into the fire with her. There’s a primal fury there that can’t be taught — it’s born, not trained.
What makes The Eventide Collapse such a triumph is how it never loses sight of what it is — a full-throttle, unrelenting assault — yet still manages to breathe with an unholy majesty. When Lux Mortalis slow down, it’s not to rest, it’s to threaten. Those quieter passages don’t offer relief — they coil and tense, waiting to strike again.
Every build, every explosion feels earned.By the time the record ends, you’re not left with a sense of peace — you’re left scorched, grinning, and a little bit possessed. It’s the kind of album that reminds you that symphonic elements don’t have to mean compromise. They can be weapons — elegant, sharp, and deadly.
Lux Mortalis have crafted something truly monstrous here — a perfect storm of violence, beauty, and blasphemy. It’s music that commands, consumes, and conquers.
The Eventide Collapse by Lux Mortalis is available now via Ad Noctem Records.
CHOICE CUT: Horror Vacui
BLACK METAL ARCHIVES VERDICT: A masterclass in symphonic devastation. The Eventide Collapse is a towering inferno of precision, rage, and dark majesty — and Miriam Brigge’s performance is pure witchcraft incarnate. Lux Mortalis don’t play at chaos; they conduct it.
PRESS SOURCE: Cátia C./Against PR.
